[. . . Minato truly doesn't hold back, does he? not with that punishing pace, or the low groans that seem to vibrate through the entirety of Akira's body, sending pleasure shuddering down his spine and pooling in his gut. under normal circumstances, he probably would give a warning. it's only polite! but in these circumstances--]
Shiiiiiit--
[. . . there is no warning for when those strings finally snap]
[and they snap so suddenly and unexpectedly that Akira himself is surprised when one right move from his companion drags him clean over the edge. a heady cry tumbles from his lips as his back arches, as hips jerk towards Minato in instinctive desire for more, always for more. his leg around Minato's back tightens, refusing to let go as he crashes through his own release, as the waves of bliss and ecstasy overwhelm him so much that the entire world seems to fade into white, with nothing else mattering except this moment]
[. . . except for Minato, who even now holds him warmly in his grasp, ready and willing to catch him as he falls]
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Shiiiiiit--
[. . . there is no warning for when those strings finally snap]
[and they snap so suddenly and unexpectedly that Akira himself is surprised when one right move from his companion drags him clean over the edge. a heady cry tumbles from his lips as his back arches, as hips jerk towards Minato in instinctive desire for more, always for more. his leg around Minato's back tightens, refusing to let go as he crashes through his own release, as the waves of bliss and ecstasy overwhelm him so much that the entire world seems to fade into white, with nothing else mattering except this moment]
[. . . except for Minato, who even now holds him warmly in his grasp, ready and willing to catch him as he falls]